Time 

Is like a rolling wind,

It blows either 

East or South, 

North or West 

Taking the troubled soul

Or the tranquil mind 

For a trip to the clif

Or a journey to an oasis

Once, yes yesterday

 l was a guest

To the cage,

And happy me,

Now, l am a landlord,

Not a tenant

In a paradise. 


Malam Khalid Imam
08027796140
khalidimam2002@gmail.com